Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 3 First Day at the Burrow

The genius is bright, England in August has a rare good weather, the dreary morning fog has lightened a lot on this day, but the morning weather is still slightly cool.

Ron woke up very early. After Mrs. Weasley applied the unknown potion for him, the swollen face disappeared early. The ointment was cold and the effect was amazing.

If it hadn't been for hearing that he needed to go to Diagon Alley the next day, Ron would probably have stayed up all night. After accepting the current setting, the excitement brought by time travel could not be suppressed at all.

Pushing open the small window of the room, the slightly humid air carried a scent of earth, breathing the cool morning breeze, a sense of reality gradually came to my heart.

"This is really not a dream."

Leaning over the narrow window and poking its head out, the clucking hens are pecking at the swollen grains in the rusty crucible. If it weren't for the moving posters beside me, the coughing ghouls upstairs, what would have happened? Those unscientific but magical gadgets reminded Ron all the time that he couldn't believe it was true.

"magic!"

Ron murmured, holding a letter that had been opened a long time ago in his hand. There was a line of beautiful cursive words written in light green ink on the pale yellow envelope.

For Mr. Ronald Billius Weasley, bedroom on the fourth floor, The Burrow, Ottery-St. Catchpole Village.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

(President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizarding Association, first-class magician of the Merlin Sir Order)

Dear Mr Ronald:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.

The semester is scheduled to start on September 31st, and we will wait for your owl to bring your reply before July [-]st.

Vice Principal (Female)
Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

Ron has read the passage written in the envelope dozens of times after he got up, and Mrs. Weasley has already replied to the letter. It is now August, and he only needs to go to Diagon Alley to complete some necessary purchases. For a wizarding family with seven children who have already had four school preparation experiences, this is just a very familiar little thing.

"Kids, wake up!"

Just as Ron was thinking about his magical life, Mrs. Weasley's voice came from the kitchen on the first floor.

This sudden, but should be used to shouting made Ron tremble in fright. Although he had heard it countless times in his memory, it was the first time he heard it with his own ears.

The light yellow envelope accidentally slipped from his hand and flew out of the window whirling.

"do not want!"

Subconsciously exclaiming in a low voice, Ron reached forward with his hand, but the envelope had already flown several meters, and it was beyond the reach of this short hand.

But the strange thing is that when he said these two words and wanted to return the envelope in his mind, the swirling envelope turned in mid-air and folded back unsteadily.

"Flying Curse?" Looking at the envelope returned to his hand, Ron looked at his hand in surprise.

"No, I didn't say the spell at all, it shouldn't be."

Ron muttered, "The original book says that underage wizards will use magic unconsciously at certain times because they can't control their own magic power. Harry can make the glass disappear in the zoo, so I should be similar."

"Interesting, hehe."

Stuffing the envelope into his pocket, he pushed open the door and walked down after having changed his clothes a long time ago. After smelling the aroma of the fried eggs, his stomach growled.

The first floor of the Burrow is the dining room and kitchen. The small house does not have a large sofa. A long rectangular table and eight chairs on both sides occupy nearly half of the space. warm.

Ron came to the dining room first, Mr. Weasley yawned and read the newspaper, Mrs. Weasley brought freshly baked fried eggs, sausages and toast to the dining table, with a wave of the magic wand, these full The plate drew an arc and landed firmly on the dining table.

"Mom and Dad, good morning."

Although he was a "guest" from time travel, after occupying Ron's body, he didn't have anything to say to the words "Mom and Dad", but he felt a little uneasy when he opened his mouth. Before time travel, he never Those two words were not uttered, and there was nowhere to say them.

"Good morning, son." Mr. Weasley leaked his eyes from the back of the Daily Prophet, he glanced at Ron, paused and asked, "Are you all right?"

"Of course, I'm fine now."

Sitting down opposite Mr. Weasley, Ron smiled happily, "Isn't the owl here yet? My Gallon."

"Hahaha~"

Hearing what Ron said, Mr. Weasley squinted his eyes and smiled, "Maybe the owl got lost and has to come later."

But as soon as the words fell, there was a crisp sound from the kitchen window.

"Whoa~"

An owl smashed through the glass of the window, and an eagle slammed on the kitchen floor and landed on its face, causing Mrs Weasley to scream in fright as she was tidying up the kitchen.

"The poor little fellow."

After being frightened, Mrs. Weasley lowered her head and saw the dizzy owl circling on the ground and spoke in pity.

"Are you all right?"

She leaned down and gently scratched the top of the owl's head.

"Goo?"

The little guy who came to his senses ignored Mrs. Weasley. It struggled to grab the big bag that made it unable to stop the car, flapped its wings and flew to Ron's side, then proudly raised its head and chest out!

"Thank you, would you like some fried eggs?"

Ron used a knife and fork to pull out half a fried egg and pushed it in front of the owl. The little guy gently pecked Ron's finger and began to eat happily.

The bag is about the size of a volleyball, bulging and tightly packed, and it weighs more than 20 kilograms in the hand, which is really heavy.

Just after Ron got the package from the owl, Mr. Weasley put down the newspaper, and Mrs. Weasley wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen.

"It seems that I should really win the lottery!"

Ron untied the bag, moved the plates on the dining table a little, and then dumped the bottom of the bag.

The "cracking" sound of coins colliding appeared together with the brilliant golden light, and the golden coins piled up into a hill, and on the top of the hill was a delicate little card.

"Dear Balala Little Demon Fairy, congratulations on winning the surprise prize of 666 Gold Galleons with prize tickets. I wish you a happy life." ——Your dear uncle.

"Who is Balala Little Demon Fairy?"

Mr. Weasley stared at Ron suspiciously after reading the card, as if he knew his son for the first time.

"Wow!!!"

A surprised yell from Fred interrupted Mr. Weasley.

"Golden Legend!!!"

George's voice was no worse than Fred's.

"What's the matter with you two?" Percy rubbed his eyes sleepily, then reached out and tapped the twins who were in the way.

"Sigh~~~~"

Taking a deep breath, Percy managed to make a negligible contribution to global warming. He opened his mouth exaggeratedly, and his eyes hurt a little from the golden light.

"The bonus is here."

Ron spoke to the twins with a bright smile on his face, then picked up a handful of Galleons and let the gold coins fall from his fingers.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

The twins flashed to Ron's side with a teleport-like speed, hooking Ron's neck from left to right.

"From now on, you will be our big brother!"

"Mountain of knives and sea of ​​fire, as long as you give an order, we will never retreat~"

"Mom, please take it easy, don't start your head"

The twins squatting on the ground pitifully holding their heads showed a grievance, but the smile on the corners of their mouths did not diminish in the slightest.

"Then I will remember." Ron turned his head and blinked at the twins, "Everyone has a share."

"okay!"

"Brother is awesome!"

The unscrupulous twins suddenly burst into laughter, and warm laughter echoed in the narrow house.

"The first day at the Burrow, it was great." Ron thought silently in his heart, "Thank you, sir, thank you."

"You're welcome, I mean."

[Your uncle's favorability towards you +1]

(End of this chapter)